I've long pondered why a big bird that will stand and look at you from 10 yards in the Fall will flush like a quail when it spots you a mile away in the Spring.
I dunno. I kinda think, based on experiences in the VA mountains years ago, that taking a big gobbler in the Fall, when his wanker’s not running the show, might be one of the unsung challenges in hunting, if sniping from long range is excluded. Flocked up hens and poults seem like pretty easy meat OTOH. Nothing wrong with that BTW.
